People in my town leave the scenes of accidents. Neighbors in the nearest city fight over shelter sites. Opioid epidemic grows state-wide. Mass shootings sweep the country. Climate despair goes global. Countries compete in the space race. When I expand outwardly from here to there, this to that, often I see only the mess we’ve… Continue Reading
On a crisp fall afternoon with cloudless sky and crunchy leaves on the hard ground, I sat at my desk. This kind of weather has grown-ups stomping like kids on wooded paths making crinkly sounds through the foliage piles. Staying inside on a day like this is a recipe for depression, for feeling de-pressed, pressed… Continue Reading
This is fiction but the emotions that arise and pass with loved ones living with dementia are real. She didn’t usually leave mad. She left sad sometimes. After all, she watched the residents decline from day to day at Sunnybrook Dementia Care Community, the assisted care facility where her mother lived. Alzheimer’s takes its toll, minds… Continue Reading
I keep it on the counter. I can’t use it because Dad, in crafting me a 17-by-9-inch cutting board for my home 13 years ago, polyurethaned it, poison for food. Impractical, it stands at one end of the soapstone countertop, propped on the side of the refrigerator. Dad loved wood grains. This treasure has stripes… Continue Reading
First day of first grade, first time at Nathan Clifford School. Six-year-old girls in 1955 wore dresses. I chose my pale pastel striped puffy-sleeved rainbow one, my favorite, if I had to wear a dress at all. My feet sported black Mary Janes and white lacy ankle socks. Not my pick. I fancied myself as… Continue Reading
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